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(Distant, indistinct arguing)

WOMAN: You are a child!

(Arguing continues)

GIRL: I'm not...I'm not having sex!

You're 15 years old, for God's sake,
I mean, it's illegal! Do you realise
that?

Of course you realise that, but
getting drink?

You silly fool! What do think
your father's gonna say?

Do you realise...
Look, I'm leaving!

Right!
(Door slams)

Night, night, darling.

(Door shuts)

(Soft sigh)

Mam?

(TV on)

'..no novelty acts, and auditions
are being held in a theme park
for the first time.'

Mam?

Oh, for crying out loud!

(Tyres screech)
I've just been up here!

(Police radio)

You found us, then?
Oh, shut up.

Who'd live round here?
It's like a bloody maze!

A quiet maze. Good schools,
low crime rate.

Huh, not that low, apparently.

So come on, take me through it.

Our victim's name is Alison Glenn.

43-year-old housewife.

She was found dead in the back
garden at 7:00 this morning.

Seems like someone decided
to crack open her skull.

Who found the body?

Her son Elliot.

What age? Ten.

Was there no-one else in the house?

Big sister Molly, 15.

She's the one who called it in.

And where are they now?

Across the road at a friend's house.
I've got Jac with them.

Kids went to bed at nine.

Mum stayed up.

Neither said they heard anything
through the night.

Husband's a prison officer
at Greenpoint. He was at work.

Those patio doors, were they closed
or open when the lad found her?

Open.

Forced?
They're intact.

There's no sign of any struggle.

Not in here, no.

No prizes for guessing
the cause of death.

We're looking at a blunt force
trauma wound

to the back of the skull.
Struck from behind.

That would be my opinion.

How many blows?
More than one, less than ten.

Someone saw red, then.

Did she put up a fight?
No sign of any defence wounds.

What about a weapon?

If you look here,

there are particles of stone
embedded in the wound and hair.

So we're looking for a stone
or a rock.

That one's been removed.

That could well be our murder weapon.

And if it was,

they improvised.

She wasn't scared. Ma'am?

She was dressed for bed.

Lured out here.

And whoever or whatever it was,
she wasn't afraid of it.

Go on.

I mean, that time of night!

No husband, kids upstairs.

Most women would stay put,

lock the door, maybe even call us.

But not her.

She came right out here to meet it.

Which means...
She knew her killer!

Exactly.

Let's go talk to those bairns.

How are they bearing up?
I think they're still in shock.

Who's that?
Asha Dabra. Family friend.

Seemed she and the victim were
close.

You talk with her.

I'll handle the kids.

Thanks.

My name's Vera Stanhope.

And I'm a police officer.

I'm very sorry about your mam.

Now I know it's hard, but I am going
to have to ask you some questions.

All right?

She was murdered, wasn't she?

I'm afraid right now
that is what it looks like, pet.

My sergeant tells me you were both
home last night, is that right?

Did either of you see what happened?

We were asleep.

Oh. Yeah, you were both up in bed
by nine.

Yeah.

It's a terrible shock. Just awful.

I mean, you don't expect this kind
of thing to happen in Larchford.

We can't believe it, can we, Sahil?

Were you friends with Mrs Glenn?

Yeah. We worked together.

Well, I worked. Alison volunteered.
Volunteered where?

At the Larchford Day Centre.
Near the library.

It's a drop-in centre
for pensioners.

Team bingo, mostly.

When was the last time
you spoke to Alison?

Yesterday morning, at the centre.

She was working up until lunchtime.

Either of you see anyone last night
in the street? Hear anything?

Can you think of anyone who would
want to harm Mrs Glenn?

Sahil?

OK, I need you to think hard.

Did your mam seem her usual self?

Do you mean, was she acting like she
might get murdered sometime soon?

I know this is hard,

and I know you're upset,

but if I'm going to find out who did
this to your mam,

I'm going to need your help.
All right?

Hm?

How did your mam seem
over the past couple of weeks?

She was just...

..Mum.

She was just our mum.

(Sobs)

All right, lass.

(Inhales and sobs)

Ma'am? You're needed outside.

I need to see my wife! It's my home!
That's enough!

Get your hands off me!
Mr Glenn! I want to see my wife!

That's enough, sir.
I want to see my wife!

That's enough.
Mr Glenn. Mr Glenn! That's it.

Your children...are watching.

Now, they need...their dad.

OK?

I left at about 6:30 last night.

And how was your wife?

Fine.
That was the last time you spoke?

No. I sent her a text about 8:00,

just checking in for the night.

Did she reply to your text?

Aye.

She told me to bring home milk.

Michael, can you think of anyone
who might have wanted to do this?

Everyone liked Alison.

Lots of friends, eh?

Her and Asha were sort of close.

At least, they used to be.

Did something happen between them?

Asha and Karim, that's Asha's
husband, divorced about a year ago.

Asha's been a bit funny since then,
and her and Alison drifted apart.

What about her family?
She never knew her parents.

She was adopted?
No. Grew up in care.

How long have you worked
at Greenpoint?

About 15 year.
You ever had any trouble there?

There's always trouble there.

Could what happened to your wife
be somehow connected to the prison?

No, no. Definitely not.

Are you sure of that?
Positive.

OK, then, Michael. That's it for now.

I'm afraid you can't go back to your
house

until my officers have finished
their work.

Is there somewhere you and the kids
can stay?

Right.

I want to see Alison.

We'll make arrangements.
I want to see her today!

Alison Glenn, 43,

your typical middle-class suburban
wife.

Cause of death, blunt force trauma
to the back of the head.

Nice house, nice kids, nice life.

There's no obvious motive at the
moment, but someone had a reason.

Now there's two things to take from
the crime scene.

One, the killer improvised,

we think used a rock from the garden.

Which suggests this was opportunistic
rather than premeditated.

Have we found this rock yet?
Still searching.

Now the second thing is,
the location, the back garden.

I think...our victim knew her killer.

Which prompts the question...

Why didn't they use the front door?
Correct.

Now, come on, wake up, I want to know
everything about her life.

Mark, all the usual things - bank
statements, phone logs,

emails, social media.

Kenny, draw me up a timeline.

I want to know everything she did
right up until last night.

And Jack, talk to the neighbours.

And we'll check out the husband's
work.

He's adamant prison was not
a factor.

But let's not rule that out.

What?

That was Greenpoint Prison.
And?

They said Michael Glenn wasn't
at work last night.

Annual leave.

(Distant siren)

You lied to us, Michael.

I didn't lie.

You never actually asked
if I was at work last night.

You were in your uniform, Michael!

I'd just found out my wife was dead.

I wasn't exactly thinking straight.

So where were you?
At a pub with my brother, Jason.

I stayed over at his place.
Now here's the thing.

You booked last night off
a week ago.

And your wife and kids thought
you were at work.

And you left the house yesterday
evening dressed for the part.

So if you were just going to the pub
with your brother,

why all the cloak and dagger?

I didn't want Alison to know.

Why not?

About...six year ago,

we had trouble getting credit.

Turns out Jason had been applying
for loans using our address.

Took ages to sort out.

Alison pretty much washed her hands
of him.

I'd have done the same.

But you didn't?
I wish I had.

At least then I would have been
at home with Alison last night.

Maybe he made an honest mistake.

Yeah, maybe. Maybe not.

Oh, come on, he's not stupid.

He'd have known we'd check his work

and if he was planning on using
a false alibi,

then he would have picked a harder
one to crack.

Look, nothing about this murder
suggests it was planned.

Maybe it was just buying more time to
concoct an alibi with his brother.

You've got a tendency to think the
worst of people. You know that?
It stops me from being disappointed.

You can't leave them there.
I'm going to take them out.

When? They've been lying there
for a week.

Jason Glenn?
(Baby cries in distance)

Who wants to know?
DCI Vera Stanhope.

This is DS Healy.

Can we have a word inside?

Hold on.

When did this happen?
Sometime last night.

Michael never told you?
What?

No... My phone's been off.

(Phone buzzes)

Ah. Bloody hell.
Seven missed calls.

Is Michael all right?

Oh, God.

The kids.

I should go and see them.
No, there's time for that.

Right now I need to ask you
some questions.

Like, where were you last night?

I was out. With Michael.

Were you with him all night?
Er, yeah.

Turned up about seven.

Erm, went down the Admiral,

the pub off Carol Street.
The game was on.

What time did you leave?

Throwing-out time. At midnight.

Did you go on anywhere else?
Nah. We just come back home, like.

What about this morning?

When I got up, he'd already gone.

I just assumed he'd gone home.

Michael tells us you and Alison
didn't get on too well.

Is that right?

Look...

I'll hold my hands up and admit
I've caused a bit of trouble

for Michael and Alison in the past.

But I don't think that was the real
reason Alison didn't like us.

So what was the real reason?

She was jealous.
Of you? Of me and Michael.

She could never...understand...

..how close we are.

Don't always get on.
But we always stand by each other.

She didn't get that.

And how did Michael feel about that?

Well, I mean, he loved her.
Obviously.

I'd do anything for her, but...

Alison had to be in control of
everything.

I think that was a strain for him.

I don't trust that Jason as far as
I can throw him.

But we nay have to consider the fact
that Alison had Michael on a tight
leash.

Are we saying he was henpecked? Mm.

That's a weak motive, isn't it?

It's not about motivation.
It's about opportunity.

Right now Jason is backing
his brother's alibi.

Aye. Which is why I want you two
down the Admiral pub

asking questions. Make sure they WERE
both there.

Er, did you talk to the neighbours?

One guy said he saw a red hatchback
parked near the Glenn house,

round about ten o'clock.
Registration?

No, but he said it was old, had
a broken headlight right-hand side.

See if you can chase it up.

Kenny, timeline?

Yeah, Alison Glenn had a shift
at the day centre yesterday.

Left about two.
Picked up Elliot from school.

Had another appointment with her
daughter's form teacher at four.

What was that about?

I'm not sure. But Alison made
the appointment that morning, so..

could have been something urgent.

I want to talk to that teacher.

OK.

Ma'am. What? I've been trying to
contact the victim's dad,

but there's no number for him.

That's because he doesn't exist.

She was brought up in care.

No, she had family.
Her dad, Robert Naresby.

Her brother, Tom.

Her mam, Ann-Marie, I'm still trying
to trace her.

Her dad and brother live
in Corbridge? Yeah, past 30 years.

You must have made a mistake.
No mistake, Michael.

Alison didn't have a family.

Her mother died when she was a baby.

She was brought up in a care home.

Which care home?
Oh! I don't know!

(Exhales) Someplace outside
Newcastle.

She never really spoke about it.
It was difficult for her.

Like, I don't know who these people
are.

Looking for Robert Naresby.

That's me dad.
Is he about?

You shouldn't be here.

He doesn't like it
when people come round.

We're not just people, we're police.

Are you?

I want to be a policeman.

Are you Tom Naresby?

(Door bangs)

Tom. Soup's ready.

But Dad...
Inside.

Whatever you've got to say,
say it quick. You're trespassing.

We need to talk to you
about your daughter.

Alison.

Appreciate you coming out here.

But we already know about Alison.

Heard it on the news this morning.

When did you last see your daughter?

25 years ago...

when she walked out
on me and her brother.

Why did she walk out?
Never said.

She must have had a reason.
I suppose she must have.

But now we'll never know
what it was.

Ever try to make contact with her?

No.
She only lived half an hour away.

So the bloke on the news said.

How about you, Tom?

Nay point asking him.
And why is that?

He doesn't understand things.

How about her mam?
Was she and Alison close?

I doubt it.

She ran out on us ten years before
Alison did.

Know where we can find her?
No.

Mr Naresby...

Alison had a family, a husband,
children...

You've got a couple of grandkids.

OK.

I know you're just doing your job.

But he stopped being a part of our
family the day she walked out.

We won't be grieving her.

And we've got no interest
in seeing her family.

Now...

..if you're done, you can go.

(Groans)
Just one last question, Mr Naresby.

Where were you last night?

We were here.

We're always here.

(Door shuts)

'You're meeting with Molly's form
teacher after parents' evening
tonight. 8pm.'

Now we know why Alison Glenn told
her husband she was an orphan.

Who'd want a dad like him?

Yeah, maybe.

But there again, denying his
existence is a bit over the top,
isn't it?

I don't know. Charlie's got a big
brother

and her and her family haven't
spoken to him in a decade.

But you know he exists.

I bet she doesn't going around
saying she's an only child.

I suppose.

25 years ago Alison walked out.

And his anger is still as strong.

Check old man Naresby out.
I'll drop you back at the station.

Where are YOU going?
Back to school.

Of course we were all very shocked
to hear about Mrs Glenn.

Of course. Aye.

Do we know what happened to her?
Oh, it's early days yet.

(Footsteps)

Molly's form teacher.

DCI Stanhope.
Tina Brennan.

So, er, how can we help?

Alison Glenn arranged a meeting here
at the school yesterday.

Yes. She came to see me.

Was she worried about Molly?

Mrs Glenn had some concerns

about her and another pupil
in her class. Sahil Dabra.

The lad who lives on her street?

Yeah. She felt Sahil had developed
an unhealthy interest in Molly.

Unhealthy? What does that mean?

Well, obviously...we're dealing with
teenagers, lots of hormones.

Crushes, infatuations
are par for the course.

However, Sahil's feelings for Molly

are unusually intense.

It's probably just a phase.

Even so, we agreed to Mrs Glenn
the request

to have Molly moved to another
class, as a precaution.

As a precaution to what?

About a month ago, Molly had a bit
of an altercation with a pupil in
Year 9.

When Sahil found out about it,

he attacked the lad
outside the school.

Sahil shattered the boy's jaw.

Oh, Molly, love!

Come on, we're going to Jason's
house.

Headmaster said Sahil Dabra was
a model student until last year

when his parents divorced.

Since then he's been trouble.

Lost interest in his studies.
Gets into scraps.

Even so, it is a bit of a jump to go
from school bad boy

to cold-blooded killer.

Aye, but she wasn't killed in cold
blood, was she?

It's a crime of passion,

and there's nowt more passionate...

than a teenager in love.

Sahil likes to come in and help set
up before going to school.

Right now he's helping us design
a website for the centre.

The police want to speak to you.

I was just heading off.
No, we won't keep you long, pet.

Just wanted a chat about your
relationship with Molly.

He has no time for relationships.
He's far too busy with his studies.

Molly and me are friends.
Now, your headmaster

thinks you'd like it to be
a bit more than that.

Says you've got quite the crush.

That must have been hard, you feeling
the way you do about the lass.

And then her mam disapproving of you
like that.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Mrs Glenn complained to the school
about Sahil's obsession with Molly.
Obsession? That's ridiculous.

He's known the girl
most of his life.

I had no problem with Mrs Glenn.

Even though she was trying to get
Molly moved out of your class?

There was nothing I could do about
that.

Could have talked to her.
I didn't. Why not?
Because I wasn't that bothered.

When did you last see Mrs Glenn?
Can't remember.

Did you see her the night she died?

Sahil was with me all night,
and neither of us left the house.

I don't know where you're getting
all of this from.

Sahil's a good boy.
And now he's late for school.

That lad's got a lot of anger.
Aye. As does his mam.

Do you think she's covering for him?
I think she would if she had to.

Here you are. Kenny's got something
for us.

Right...

Michael Glenn lied. Again.

Barman at the Admiral confirmed
Jason and Michael arrived at 7:30,

but Michael left at 9:00. Said
he didn't return till last orders.

But we've got a cab driver
that picked him up

and dropped him off at an address
in South Shields.

Audrey Latham.
She's registered to the address.

Michael's still at his brother's
flat. I can pick him up. No.

Let's go and talk to this Audrey
first before we talk to Michael.

Come on.

(Knocking on door)

Audrey Latham?
Yes?

No, pet. Never seen him before.

Are you sure about that?

Only, we've a witness says this fella
visited you two nights ago,

in the evening, about 10:00.

No, pet. Nobody visits me.

Unless you count the health visitor,
but she's not been round in weeks.

What about the name? Michael Glenn?

(Inhales)

I knew a Joyce Glenn.
We were good friends,

but she emigrated way back.

Lives in Canada now.
Least, I think she does.

Anybody else live here?
Just me.

Husband?

He's up there, love.

Oh.

So, two nights ago,

a fella did not come here?

Even if he had, I wouldn't have let
him in.

Can't be letting strange men
in here.

I'd get myself a reputation.

Tried a few doors down the street.

Nobody had a visit from Michael
Glenn. Never even heard of him.

What was he doing out here?

Maybe he liked the view.

It was dark. There was no view.

Talk to that cab driver again,

make sure he gave us
the right address.

And check out Audrey too,

see if there's any connection at all
to Michael Glenn.

And in the meantime,
I'll talk to him again.

(Vehicle pulls up)

What time was that?
I'll be there as soon as I can.

That's Molly. She's in hospital.
What's happened?

I dunno. Michael's in a state.

Well, come on. I'll give you a lift.

I need to talk to your brother
anyway.

Alcohol poisoning.

Police found her collapsed in the
town centre.

Drank her weight in vodka
and they had to pump her stomach.

Bloody hell!

Has she ever done anything like that
before?

Normally I'd say no.

But ever since she's been hanging
around with Sahil...

Sahil was with her? Aye.

Till the police turned up.
Then he ran off ands left her
like a bloody coward.

I need to go and see her.
Aye. We'll look after Elliot.

What the hell was she thinking?

Should be grieving her mam, not
going out, getting smashed out of
her head.

Well, maybe that is her grieving.

Yeah. She should be thinking about
Michael, trying to help HIM.

Is that what YOU were doing
when we last spoke?

Cos yesterday you told me both of you
were in the pub all night.

Elliot, mate, um, why don't you gan
and get yourself some chocolate?

The machine's just over there.

Right, he might have popped out for
a bit. Oh, it's more than a bit,
love.

I've got a cab driver, tells me
he took him down to South Shields

and brought him back too.

Said Michael didn't get to the pub
until almost closing time.

I didn't notice.

You didn't notice your own brother

leaving the pub for three hours?

Look, if you want to know
where he was, go and ask HIM.

Jason.

Oh... Let me guess.

It's eaten your money.
It didn't drop.

There you go.

You didn't see that. (Chuckles)

Where's Mam?

Hey, your mam...

She's with a friend of mine.

And he's going to find out
why she died.

So your friend's a pathologist?

Yeah, she is. And you're a very
bright young man.

They don't think I am.
They think I'm stupid.

Won't tell me anything.

Just give me chocolate.
(Giggles)

Well, anything you wanna know, just
ask me.

I'll tell you, if I can.

Is it bad to break a promise?

Well, that depends.

On what?
Well, on why you're breaking it.

I mean, sometimes, you have to, don't
you? Cos that's the right thing to
do.

There was a man.

What man?

The day before Mam died.

Big shop near the house.
He frightened her.

As soon as Mam saw him, she went
white.

I could feel her shaking.

Whoever that fella was,
he scared the hell out of Alison.

Elliot said they practically ran from
the shop.

Excuse me, love.

DCI Stanhope, Northumberland & City
Police.

We need to see your CCTV footage.

Can you organise that, love?
Of course.

Looking for footage three days ago,
early afternoon.

Mother and son.

There you are. That's Alison.

Here we go.

Stop it there!

ROBERT: I've already told you.

We haven't seen her in over 25
years.

Well, maybe you haven't seen her,
but Tom saw Alison last week

while he was doing a bit of shopping.

What is this?

I asked you a question.

I'm sorry, Dad.

You stupid, little...
(Grunts)

(Shouting)
Hey, hey! Mr Naresby, that's enough,
sir!

That's enough!
(Grunts)

Come on, this way.
(Grunts) He's my son! Get off me!

Get your hands off me!

I need you to keep calm, sir.

You can't speak to him on his own.

He doesn't know what he's saying,
man.

Tom, are you going to sit up and talk
to me?

It's all right, pet. He's gone now.

See, I think you went to see Alison
just to say hello.

After all, she was your big sister,
wasn't she, mm?

And you hadn't seen each other
in, well, a long while.

But what I don't get, though...

..is how did you know where she was?

I saw a picture. I found it
at the swimming pool.

I go there every Tuesday.

Terry...

my key worker...he takes me.

Well, you've got a sharp eye.

How did you get there?

I-I...I took a bus.

I took two buses.

Did you?

Yeah.

Did you see Alison?

So what did you do?

I wanted juice,
so I went to the shop.

The big one that I saw
when I got off the bus, the 31.

And when I was there, I...

..I saw Alison.

And the boy.

His name's Elliot.
Yeah.

Well, I saw them...

..and I said...

'Hello, Alison, it's me.'

But she didn't say hello back.

She just turned away and left.

I think she was angry with me.

So what did you do then?

I just came home.

I still miss her.

Aye, I know you do, pet.

Listen, speak to social services
again.

See if we can talk to whoever worked
with Tom

when he was a lad,
when Alison was still at home.

That's over 20 years ago.
I wanna know why she left.

Sometimes, kids just run away.

Aye, and maybe they lie a bit
about where they're from,

but that's not what Alison Glenn did.

She told everyone she loved
she was an orphan.

She erased her family,
wiped them off the board.

And that's a different kind of lie.

That's angry. That's emotional.

And that's cold.

Get us another one, pet.

It was £1.20.

They'll change it.
Not rushed off their feet, are they?

(Door opens, then closes)

You've done, then?
Report's behind you.

Anything we don't already know?

She died from a massive trauma
caused by a blow to the back of
the skull.

Time of death:
between ten and four on the night.

So that'll be a no, then.

It says here, 'Evidence of historical
scarring'.

Yeah, on her wrists. They've long
since healed.

How old are the scars?

20 years, maybe more.

Alison Glenn made an attempt on her
own life
sometime in her late teens.

Now, something happened on that
Naresby farm
and I want to know what it was.

Maybe Chris Harwen can tell us.
Who's Chris Harwen?

He's the social worker you asked me
to find.

The one assigned to Tom Naresby
when Alison was at home.

Well, set me up with a meeting today.

Red hatchback, how are we doing?

No-one on the Larchford Estate
has a car matching that.

And none of our suspects do either.
Traffic cameras?

Nearest one's a mile away,
but without the registration...

Ma'am, I've got something here,
though. What?

A cache of deleted emails
we found on Alison Glenn's laptop.

There's probably about 20 or so,
all of them sent in the last month.

But the last one, this one here,
was sent on the night
she was killed.

Most of them are just abusive,
but this one ups the ante.

'I'll make sure that mouth of yours
is shut for good.' Do we know who
sent this?

Email account's fake.
What about the IP address?

They're working on it.
Well, tell 'em to work faster.

Ma'am.

Quite the career change, Mr Harwen.

I'm all the happier for it.

What made you leave social work?

It wasn't for me.

I was young. Too much of an
idealist. Thought I could make
a difference.

It's families like the Naresbys
proved to me
I could never change anything.

How long were you with them?
About eight months, all in.

I joined the department in...1990.
Mm.

Tom Naresby was one of my first
clients.

What about Alison?
I didn't have much to do with her.

But you remember her, though.
I remember she was quiet.

Tom was very attached to her.

He'd have taken her death very hard.

Mm.

Our pathologist thinks Alison tried
to kill herself.

God! Really?
Mm.

When?
Oh, way back.

Round about the time you were with
them. I had no idea.

Did you ever get a sense she was
unhappy?

No, I mean, to be honest,
I was so focused on Tom,

I never really paid Alison that much
attention.

She ran away. Did you know that?

Well, that was after my time.
I only found out
through a colleague.

I didn't have to ask.

Her father would have driven her
away.

Mark, have you got that IP address?
Yeah, matches with the Larchford Day
Centre.

Those emails came from there?
Are you sure about that?

Positive.

The emails came from here, traced to
the computer in your office.

Well, people come and go in there
all the time.
Anyone could've sent them.

Oh, I see. So all the old codgers
have access to the office, do they?

They all know
how to make false email accounts

and I suppose they've all got
a grudge against Alison Glenn!

No, of course they haven't,
so that leaves you and your son.

You have to understand, Sahil's been
having a hard time recently.

Because Alison didn't want him
hanging around with Molly?

I don't know what he sees in that
girl.

She's trouble. Alison didn't know
half the stuff she got up to.

You think yesterday's
drunk episode was a one-off?

It's nothing to what that girl's
capable of.

But, yes, he does have feelings for
her.

He's a very sensitive boy.

Well, there wasn't much sensitivity
in those emails he sent to her mam.

He didn't mean anything by them,
he was lashing out. It wasn't
serious.

Where is Sahil?

At home. He's not feeling very well.

Right, well, I'll have Uniform pick
him up, bring him to the station.

The station? You can't arrest him!

Look, love, you're welcome
to come down and wait for him.

Watch your head.

Ah, your mam tells me you're feeling
under the weather, Sahil.

Still, don't suppose
you're feeling as bad as Molly does.

Ooh! Her dad's not impressed with
you, getting his daughter drunk.

I didn't get her drunk.
I was trying to get her home safe.

Then, why did you abandon her?
She told me to leave.

Said she didn't wanna hang around
with us any more.

How did that make you feel?
Fine. Better off out of it.

She's always getting us into
trouble. You do a good job of that
yourself, mate.

Everyone wants to paint me
as this troublemaker.

Guess it's easier.

But the truth is, I haven't done
half the things they say I've done.

No?

Well, how about...

..sending abusive emails?

Mm?

Loads of 'em.

They were sent to Molly's mam
from the computer at the day centre.

Now, whoever sent these definitely
had a problem with Alison Glenn.

Did you send 'em?

OK, Sahil. You don't wanna talk.

It's OK.

Just so you know, there's an officer
at your house at the moment going
through your things.

OK. I sent them.

It was me.

Why did you send 'em?
Don't know.

Was it because of you and Molly, hm?

And because Alison interfered?
It was none of her business.

Course it's her business, Molly's her
daughter.

That's what mams do.
They look out for their kids.

And let's face it, she was right
to be concerned about you, wasn't
she,

if you were sending these?
Look, I sent them, all right?
I've admitted it.

So why don't you just do
whatever it is you need to do?

I can't work him out.
What's there to work out?

The lad's got a temper. He's
violent.

Yeah, but he's got it bad for that
lass and I just cannae see him doing
anything to hurt her.

Mm.

Anyway, moot point.

If his mum says he was at home that
night...

Mm.

Talking of alibis, did you do any
digging into that Audrey Latham?

Nothing. No connection to Michael
Glenn.

Although, interestingly enough,
our Audrey was a casino croupier.

Ooh! (Giggles)

Place your bets.

Which one?

What?

Which casino?
A Regal, I think. Closed now.

Aiden, get my coat.
Why?

We're going out.

The Regal Casino was owned by Brian
Delaney.

Fancied himself as a crime lord.

Dealt mainly in drugs and gambling...

..but he was forced out by a rival.

A rival that he took care of.

So Delaney's a murderer?

Aye, and guess which prison he's in?

How's she doing?

They kept her in overnight.
Precaution.

They're giving her
the 'dangers of alcohol' speech now.

We need to have a little chat,
Michael.

Look, I've heard that speech. It goes
on for months. You've got time. Come
on.

What's the problem?

Well, the problem is Brian Delaney.

Wanna tell us about him?

It's not what you think it is.

Well, why don't you tell me
what it is?

A few months back,
Jason got himself into trouble.

What sort of trouble?
Debt, a lot of it.

He owed Delaney?

I couldn't help him,
we didn't have that sort of money.

So, anyway, one day, Delaney gets
word to me in prison. Makes me an
offer.

A chance to work off Jason's debt
fast, like.

You were smuggling for him?

Well, nothing that isn't going
in and out of Greenpoint on a daily
basis.

So why use Audrey Latham?
It was Delaney's idea.

I told him I didn't want to deal
with any of his goons.

What happened the other night?

Delaney changed the game.

I thought I was picking up phones.
Instead, Audrey, she hands over
drugs.

Not even sure what it was, but I
wasn't interested and I walked out.

You should have told us this before,
Mr Glenn.

This is not connected to Alison.

Not connected?

You backed out of a deal
you made with a known criminal,

and not just any criminal - Brian
Delaney -

and a few hours later, your wife is
dead.

Not connected...

You should've told us, Michael.

(Police radio)

You must've found something.

Of course they haven't.

Audrey, where are they?
Where's what?

Why are you doing this?

Come on, Audrey.
Delaney get 'em picked up, did he?

Who's Delaney?

The fella...who's waiting for these.

I've no idea how they got there.

Oh, Audrey, love...
I'm telling you.

What do I need with pills, other
than the ones that the doctor gave
me for my heart?

Oh, that's enough!

Now, you've put on a good show, pet,
I'll give you that,

but don't test my patience.

Do you understand me?

Good.

Now, when did Delaney contact you?

A couple of months back.

He sent a lad round.
I don't know his name.

And he wanted you to act as
a go-between, is that right?

Pass stuff to Michael Glenn.

They'd drop it off in the morning
and he'd come and collect it later.

I needed the money, pet.

20 years I worked those tables
and in the end, I came out with
nothing.

I thought it was just phones.

It wasn't just phones though, was
it? Now listen, the other night,

when Michael refused to pick up those
pills, what did you do?

Nothing.

He just left.

Did you make a call?

Audrey, did you call Delaney?

(Inhales sharply)

Audrey Latham made a call to
an unregistered number at 11:10
the night Alison was killed.

She called Delaney in prison

just after Michael Glenn left
her house.

Delaney phone anyone after that?
We're checking his call history.

So we're saying he arranged a hit
on Michael Glenn's wife?

He's got the contacts.
Aye, but even so,

why go after the wife of a prison
officer? To make Michael co-operate?

Yeah, but killing his wife's hardly
gonna make him toe the line, is it?

And he'd have no trouble finding
someone else to bring the drugs in.

This just doesn't look like Delaney's
work. Too messy.

Kenny, see if you can get hold of
Delaney's solicitor.

It's a long shot, but let's see if
Delaney'll grant us an interview.

Will do.

Ma'am, you're gonna want to hear
this.

A search team's been through
Sahil Dabra's computer and phone.

They didn't find any more emails,
but they did find this.

A message left on his voicemail,
9:50, night of the murder.

MOLLY: It's me. I'm not going back.
I can't live with her.

I'm done with her. I'm gone. Call
me, Sahil. (Car horns honking)

That's traffic noise in the
background.

You told me you were in bed.

I went out for a walk.
Ah, nice try.

(Exhales) OK.

I went to see a friend.

Now, why didn't you tell us this
before?

Didn't think it mattered.
Ah, come on.

You're smarter than that, love.

What were you arguing about?

Hm?

Must have been about something.

She, er...

She found some photos on my phone.

It was a party. I'd being drinking
at it.
And your mam gave you hell?

Quite right too.

She wouldn't let up.

I had to get out so, after tea,
I sneaked out.

What time did you get back?
About 11.

And what did your mam say?

I got back in the same way I got
out, so she didn't know I was gone.

So you didn't see your mam at all?

No.

But I could hear her.

She was in the kitchen, loading the
dishwasher.

Now I wish I'd gone downstairs.

I wish I'd gone down there and
screamed at her.

Called her for everything.

I wish I'd told her I hated her...

..cos, then, she might still be
here.

(Sobs)

Now, you're not in any trouble,
pet...

..but I am going to need
two things from you, OK?

First, no more lies. Is that
understood?

(Sniffs)

And then I want the name of your
friend.

Project out your voices to the back,
OK? OK. Thank you.

So do you wanna take the place down
there? Yeah.

OK. Right, let's go through it
again.

Yes, Molly came to see me.

At your home?

Now, why didn't you tell us this
before?

Honestly, I was worried about how it
looked.

A pupil turning up at my flat
in the middle of the night.

Aye, and not just any pupil.

The daughter of a murder victim
who happens to be with you

the night her mam is killed.

You're right, and I am sorry.

Why did she come to see you?

She'd had an argument with her mam.

Aye, but why did she come to YOU?

The past few weeks, we've been
working on the show together.

We got to know each other,
I suppose.

So what happened when she turned up?

Well, I told her she couldn't stay
and then I called her a taxi.

That time of night,
why didn't YOU drive her home?

Because I don't drive.
My husband does, but he was working.

And even if I did,
I wouldn't have taken Molly home.

Why not?

Mrs Glenn was very protective of
her.

I doubt she would have enjoyed my
involvement.

You were scared of her?

Frankly, yeah.

(Low chatter)

How does Molly feel about Sahil?
How do you mean?

Well, she called him
before she came round to yours,

which suggests she didn't share
her mam's feelings about the boy.

Well, Sahil can be intense, but, to
be honest, I think Molly likes him.

So you don't see it as a problem?

Well, I'm not condoning
his assault on another pupil,

but Sahil has had a lot on his plate
recently.

Ah, well, he can't be the only kid in
the school whose parents have
divorced.

Oh, it's not just the divorce.

Why, what else is there?

AIDEN: Sahil's dad's going after
custody? Has been for the past year.

Wants him to go and live with him in
London.

He's a rich man. He could win his
case.

What are you doing?
I'm doing my fish pie.

Royal visit. Charlie's mum. She's
coming over for dinner tonight.

How does Sahil feel about moving to
the big smoke with his dad?

Well, he doesn't want to go. That's
why he's been acting up at school.

Ah, it's just frustration.

But the thing is, his dad's been
getting a weekly report from the
school.

He wants to prove the lad's not
thriving under his mam's care.

Now he's been arrested for sending
abusive emails to Alison Glenn.

Well, they'll have a field day with
that.

(Repetitive thudding)

Sounds like a microwave special.

Ah, what's wrong with that?

It's easier than faffing about with
fish.

Hey, believe me, I'm happy for the
fact. Anything to keep me out the
way of her and her mum.

It can't be that bad.
You think?

I'll have to sit there listening to
them sniping at one another the
whole night

and then, when I do try and play
peacemaker, they close ranks and
start on me.

Never get between my wife and her
mother.
She'll always stick up for her.

(Doorbell)
She's here. I'd better go.

All right. Good night.

(Doorbell)

You again.

Sahil's in his room.

He won't come out. His arrest was
traumatising.

Tell me, do you enjoy destroying
young men's futures, DCI Stanhope?

Well, I just came to let you know
we won't be pressing charges against
Sahil.

Really? Why the change of heart?

Because he didn't send the emails.

Well, you've got to hand it to him.

He did you proud, confessing.

It was YOU who sent them.

That's preposterous.

Well... Alison was supposed to be
your friend, wasn't she?

And yet she was always up at the
school, complaining about Sahil.

Yeah, that must have hurt,
her going after your boy like that.

Especially when she knew how hard
you were fighting your ex-husband for
custody.

I asked her. I begged her to stop
going to the school, to come to me
about Sahil.

But she kept going.

You know, she wanted Karim to win.

She wanted me to lose my son.

I was so bloody angry with her,
I just...

You just...sent death threats and
then sat back
and let Sahil take the blame.

You threw your son under a bus, love.

I had to. I couldn't admit to it.

Karim's lawyers would have a field
day. I'd lose custody like that.

Well, I don't fancy your chances now.

He took everything from me when we
divorced...

..and now he wants to take
the only thing that I've got left.

Mum?

Sahil, love. I'm sorry.

It's OK, Mum.

Sahil, you should've told us the
truth.

I know, I'm sorry.

I just didn't want my mam getting in
trouble, you know?

Ah, I know.

Will she? Get into trouble, I mean?

Well, I'll do what I can, pet.

Thanks.
But I want something in return.

No more trouble at school, Sahil.

Keep your head down, OK?

Just causing your mam more grief.

Go to bed.

It's DCI Stanhope. I want a team
to 17 Clearmont Drive immediately.

(Thud)
Stop! Police!

(Thud)

(Groans)

TOM: Dad...he'll be angry.
He doesn't like it when I'm out.

Ah, we'll get you home to your dad,
just as soon as we've finished our
little chat.

So why did you go to Alison's house?

I wanted to say hello to my family.

The one you told Dad about.

The little boy and girl.

Cos I'm their uncle, see.

I thought, if they met me
and they saw how nice I am, then...

..maybe I could go and live with
them.

Well, breaking into their house
wasn't very nice, was it?

I didn't mean to.

The glass just broke.

Please, don't tell them it was me,
will you?

Well, I'll try and keep it under my
hat, pet...

..if you can answer me one last
question.

How did you know where Alison lived?

Cos when we spoke before, you said
you bumped into her in the
supermarket...

..and then you said you didn't see
her any more after that.

I followed her.

You followed her.

But why would he do it? Seems to me
that he doted on his sister.

Ah, rush of blood?

Had his heart set on joining her
family. She's having none of it.

A big rejection for someone like him.
So what shall we do with him?

We'll just have to keep him here
till we track down his dad.

Hey! Spring in your step there,
Kenny.

Aye. Delaney agreed to an interview.

You must be DCI Stanhope.

Well, thanks for agreeing to see me.
No need for thanks.

We're all upset about Mr Glenn's
wife. Shocking.

We know Michael Glenn was bringing in
contraband on your behalf.

Says who?

Well, him for one.

And, ooh, Audrey Latham.

Now there's a blast. (Chuckles)

Always a handful, was Audrey.
Great girl, but you couldn't trust
a word she said.

Ah, look, let's not pretend.
This place has problems.

Like I say, things come in, things
go out. There's just no stopping it.

But...I've never asked anyone
to bring in anything for me

so, if that's why you're here, we're
all done.

Audrey Latham called you on the night
that Alison Glenn was killed.

I don't have a telephone.
Yes, you do, pet.

The one you used
to co-ordinate your smuggling racket.

Frankly, I don't care what you bring
in here,

but I am interested in what you did
after Audrey's call.

Now you're way off base.

I know it's extreme...

..but, then, you do have history,
Brian.

I think we're finished here.

I'll find out. We're checking your
call history as we speak.

I tell you what, though, I feel
sorry for that poor sod Glenn.

There he is waiting for justice and
you lot don't have a bloody clue.

On top of that, his brother's
useless and his daughter's a drunk.

I thought I had it bad.

Thank you.

Kenny got the call history on
Delaney's phone. And?

Five minutes after Audrey called
him, he made an outgoing call to
another number.

Guess who?

Jason Glenn.

Yeah. How did you know that?

(Baby gurgling)

Hello, love.

They're not in.

(Sighs) Any idea where they are?

Beach Cafe. I just passed 'em.

Thank you.

He's a snake, you know.
I'll bet he hasn't told you.

What's that?
She was round here a week ago.

Who was?
His sister-in-law.

Arguing about something.
Oh, the racket they made!

Jason's sister-in-law was here?
Yeah.

The woman in the papers.

I've got to go.

(Gulls crying)

(Milk bubbling)

I'll be back in a bit.

Now's not the time.

Alison, she came to your flat last
week. What did she want?

I must have been out.
We're not stupid, pet.

Your neighbour heard the row.

Actually, you know what?

I don't have to tell you what
she wanted.

What did she want, Jason?

All right, fine.

I was gonna tell you,
but you've had a lot on, so...

Alison came by.
She wanted to talk to me about you.

We had some words.

What did she want?

Well, I'm guessing she found out
you were working for Delaney.

Your wife was a smart woman.

Knew you only too well.

Did Alison know? She thought I had
something to do with it.

Thought I could stop it.

I told her it wasn't me, Michael.
I told her it was between you and
Delaney.

I've never even met the man.
No.

You have spoken to him, though,
haven't you, pet?

He called you the night Alison died.
Now, what did he want?

Nothing.

He wou... He wouldn't call you
unless he had a reason.

OK, look, he knew that...

He knew that you'd backed out
and erm...and was livid

and he wanted me to...
he wanted me to have a word.

But I told him, Michael, I told him
I'm standing by my brother.

Did you talk about Alison?
Nah.

Like...maybe.

I might have said that she wasn't
best pleased.

Did you go to the house?

Nah. I mean... Of course not.

OK, look, maybe I said too much, but
come on, Michael, this is Delaney
that we're talking about.

I'm sorry, I was scared.
Scared?

You weren't that scared. You and him
have been calling each other for
months.

What? According to Delaney's phone
records,

these two have been in contact
with each other for at least six
months.

I don't get it.

He was setting you up, Michael.

There was no debt, was there, hm?

Michael?
But you told your brother there was,

cos that's the only way you could get
him to work for Delaney.

Michael, I didn't know
it was gonna turn out like this.

Believe me. Look, mate,
whatever's coming, I deserve it.

You've got every right.
(Exhales sharply)

(Panting)

Michael?
(Door opens)

Michael, wait!

How much did Delaney pay you?

Nothing. Look, I was scared.

(Grunts)
Mr Glenn!

I didn't do it. I didn't kill her!
Mr Glenn!

You just don't get it, do you,
Jason?

I should've been at home that
night...

(Grunts)
..protecting my wife.

My family.

But instead I was with my brother...
He's not worth it, Michael.

..cos I thought he needed my help.

But you were just helping yourself.
(Grunts)

(Gasps and coughs)

(Coughs)

They're processing Jason now.
What's he saying?

Wants to talk to his brother.
Good luck with that.

Ma'am, you're needed downstairs.
Robert Naresby's here and he's
kicking off.

Aiden!

I want to see my son!

Just calm down. You've got no right
keeping him here.

That is enough.
Hand him over!

Calm yourself, Robert.
I want my son.

He's safe, sir.
I want to see my son!

You get him out here now!
I need you to be calm, OK?

He needs me!
Mr Naresby. Please.

Is that your car, Robert?

(Engine running)

How come you kept the car
in your wife's name all this time?

Are you expecting her to come back?

No comment.

Well, see this here, Robert.

That puts you close to our crime
scene round about the time Alison was
killed.

No comment.

Mm.

Did Tom tell you
he followed Alison home from here?

Hm? So he knew where she lived.

Only about half an hour away.

'Ey, that must have rankled,
her running out on you all those
years ago.

Left you to bring Tom up on your own.

Never called. Never came to see you.

Just abandoned you, left you to rot.

So did you go to have it out with
her, hm? Is that why you're here?

Did 25 years of anger become too
much?

No comment.

When you went to see Alison that
first time, did you tell your dad?

No. Never said anything.

Well, maybe you didn't say anything,
but your dad found out, didn't he,
hm?

Did he?

Bus ticket.

Bus ticket?

My jeans.

He washed them the next day.

Then he started shouting
and calling me stupid and soft.

Now, listen, this is very important.

That day your dad found the bus
ticket...

..that night...

..did your dad go out?

Did he leave the farm?

He's not got an alibi and we can put
him on the Larchford Estate
the night of Alison's murder.

That's something, at least.
That's not enough. Keep looking.

Robert Naresby's no housekeeper
but, so far, we've got nothing.

Sir.
Hold on.

You found something?
Old photos.

Of what?

Aiden?

A baby, from 1991.

What's the baby's name, Tom?

It's Emma. Baby Emma.

Ah, she's beautiful.

Was Alison her mam?

So what happened to baby Emma?

Don't know.

Did Alison take her with her
when she left?

No.

She went after.

After? After what, love?

After baby Emma had to leave us.

Well, why did baby Emma have to
leave?

Dad.

He said she couldn't stay
so, one night, he took her away.

Took her where?

Tom?

I don't know.

What did you do with her?

Look at her! Just a few weeks old.
You took her from her mam.

What did you do with her?

Alison had no business getting
pregnant.

She wasn't fit to be a mother.

She couldn't raise a child.

She was still a child herself.
Well, you didn't wait to find out.

I had to deal with Tom on my own.

I couldn't take on another one.

What did you do with her?

And I wanted to help Alison.

Do the right thing.
Give her a chance.

Is that why she tried to kill
herself?

I didn't know she was going to react
like she did.

You think I wanted that?

To come home, find her lying there,

sheets all covered with blood.

Afterwards, I wanted to explain...

..but she left.

Ran off.

That's why I went to the house, to
explain.

To say I was sorry.

But I couldn't.

I parked outside the house.

I couldn't face her.

But what did you do with the baby?

I took care of her.

What does that mean, Robert?

It means...

..I took care of her.

I gave her to someone, made sure
she was safe.

The father?

Did you take her to her dad?

Who was it, Robert?

Who was he?

I'm done talking.

Why the stone wall?

Why not just tell us who the dad is?

1991?

He doesn't need to tell us.

It wasn't rape. If that's what
you're thinking, it wasn't like
that.

She was 16 years old.
I was practically a kid myself.

22. Just out of university.

She was still a child
and a vulnerable one at that.

She was supposed to be in your care.

Alison was vulnerable in many ways,
but she was very mature in others.

Can you even hear yourself?

I was trying to help, but I was
young, naive.

(Groans) I was lost.

Alison was lost too. We were just
trying to help each other through
it.

When did you find out she was
pregnant?

I didn't know until much later.

When her old man
brought the baby to you?

Yeah. Said she was my
responsibility.

So what did you do with her?

What do you think?

Took care of her. Raised her.

There's no record of an Emma
Naresby.

Well, of course not. We changed her
name.

We? Who's we?

Angela, my wife.

I told her all about it, then we
took her in. And your wife, she was
OK with that?

She developed cancer first year
at uni.

It's why we got married so young.

In the end, she had a hysterectomy.

She always wanted kids,
so when Robert turned up,

it wasn't perfect, but we made it
work.

My wife died three years ago, but I
know she was proud to be a mother.

And you should meet my daughter.
She's a wonderful person.

She's kind. She's clever.
Is she a teacher?

How did you know that?

I can't do it.

I can't remember any lines.
So what?

It doesn't matter.
I'll let everyone down.

No-one is going to think that.
I'll think that.

I wanted to do it for her.

For Mum.

(Chatter)

Check backstage.
Yeah.

Can I ask you to wait outside, Molly?

Why?

Because I need to talk to Mrs
Brennan.

But I need to get ready.

Molly, maybe you should go.

No.

Molly...
I'm not going anywhere.

OK. So when did you find out?

Find out what?

Three years ago.

My mum told me before she died.

Ah, that must have been hard for you.

You know, I didn't really think
about it.

Not at the time.

I was too busy grieving her.

Mm. So when did that change?

After a while... I kept thinking
about her.

I had to meet her, you know.

Will someone tell me what's going
on?

Mrs Brennan came to work at your
school, Molly, for a reason.

She wanted to meet someone.
Someone important.

She wanted to meet your mam.

Our mam.

Molly, I know this is hard for you
to understand, right, I know that.

The best part of all of this for me
was meeting you, all right?

Meeting my sister.
Stay away from me!

Molly...

Did Mum know?
No. Not in the beginning.

Now, was it when she came to the
school for the meeting with Molly,
the day she died?

Yeah, I don't know why, just...

She was just there in the office,
telling me how worried she was about
Molly.

It just came out.

And how did she react?

She barely even registered.

She just stood up and walked out.

So I wanted to give her another
chance.

I thought she might think different
after she'd had some time
to process.

So that night,

after you sent Molly home in a taxi,
what did you do?

I went over to your house.

I went round the back and she saw
me, so she came out.

Molly, I had to let her know how
much I wanted to be part of her
life, all right,

but she didn't want that.

She told me I wasn't her daughter.

And then she turned her back on me
and I... I just... I hit her.

(sobs)

You...

Molly...
It was you!

It wasn't my fault.
You! It was you!

It was you! You!
Molly!

No! (Sobs)

(Sobs)

She was my mum.

Aye, she was, pet.

I just wanted her to know me.

How are they doing?

Better than they should be.
Mm.

Well, you shouldn't have lied,
Michael. I know.

If you'd been straight from the
start, we could have helped.

I messed up. I'm sorry.

You heard from the CPS?

No. My solicitor says
they haven't made a decision yet.

Well, I'm sure they'd have been made
aware of your circumstances.

Did YOU make them aware?

Go be with your kids, Michael.

Come on, you.

Up.

Inside, darling.

(Door closes)